"I cooked your favorite cabbage tofu soup." Gao Er waited for the pregnant woman to finish vomiting and feel better, and then said to a certain pregnant woman in a low voice.

"What the hell?"

A certain pregnant woman's heart skipped a beat, the unbearable past flooded into her heart, and she said in a bad mood, "Who told you to cook? Isn't there a chef at home? Is there an excellent chef?!"

Maybe now because of his pregnant belly, his temper became a little bit arrogant, rolled his eyes, and added mercilessly, "Who wants to eat the dark food you made."

Gore, "...I only made a soup, and Mr. Liu made the rest."

In normal times, Gore will definitely seriously reflect on whether there is a problem with his cooking skills, but a certain person is currently pregnant, and he feels that something is wrong with a certain pregnant woman. Moreover, such a big table is exhausting him alone. I can figure it out.

Liao Zefan breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at him dryly, and handed over a hand arrogantly, "It's not too bad, help me, let's go."

The meals are pretty hearty, including Gore's cabbage tofu soup, a total of 109 dishes.

Originated from a pregnant woman, the taste of the past two days is too tricky, what I eat is not the taste, and what I drink is not the taste.

Yesterday, this bitch chewed a steamed bun dryly. Uncle Sun saw that he couldn't do it, so he hurried forward to persuade him, "Be good to the child, eat more."

Someone arrogantly wiped his mouth and shook his head, "If you don't cook a full banquet of Chinese people, I won't eat it."

Well, today Sun Bo spent a lot of money to hire Mr. Liu, who is second to none in the catering industry, to make such a big table full of Han people.

Unexpectedly, what a pregnant woman said yesterday when she saw this sumptuous dish.

I had long since vomited out the bile yesterday and forgot about it, with a dazed look on my face, "Why is this, just because I ate steamed buns, are you doing this to me?"

Goyle, "...you said that yesterday."

"I said it, I said it, when did I say it, why don't I know?"

A certain pregnant woman's temper is now more bullish than before. Relying on her stomach, she is messing around to a certain extent.

Gore lowered his head to look at the flat waist of the man who was still not showing his chest, stretched it down in one breath, and smiled slightly, "Yes, what you said is right."

"Master, this is really what you said, there is audio to prove it, let's listen to it?"

Uncle Sun really couldn't see it, so he stood up and said a fair word for Gore.

He and Gore are getting along well these days, he likes Gore a lot, and he is also fed up with a certain elderly pregnant woman... all kinds of faults these days.

It is said that he is an advanced childbirth woman and should be taken care of carefully, but don't get used to it too much.

Besides, this is just the beginning, a certain pregnant woman can't do it, it's still a long time, this pregnant woman is raising a baby at home, must she lift the roof?

"Cough cough~"

A certain pregnant woman coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment.

As soon as Uncle Sun opened his mouth, he stopped obediently and sat down quietly, "Let's serve dinner."

At the banquet, Gore knew that a certain pregnant woman would dislike the soup he made, so he brought a big pot of soup to him in resentment, and prepared to finish a pot by himself based on the principle of self-appreciation and not wasting.

But when he was drinking vigorously, a certain pregnant woman pouted and looked over, "I want to drink soup. You can eat a full banquet."

Gore and Butler Sun exchanged glances with each other, and quickly brought it over.

A pregnant woman took a sip of soup and threw away the spoon angrily, "I want vinegar!"

"Ok."

Uncle Sun responded with a smile, and then five maids appeared behind him, each carrying a silver plate, with five flavors of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty.

A certain pregnant woman has been making trouble for a day or two, and she will drink something sour later, and she will definitely order something spicy.

Sure enough, Liao Zefan took a sip of cabbage tofu soup, "I want some chili."

Seeing this, Uncle Sun shook his head again and again, this pregnant woman has too unpredictable a taste, whether he is pregnant with a boy or a girl.

He even sometimes suspected that Liao Zefan was not pregnant but menopause.

Because I have never seen a pregnant woman who can be so troublesome.

"Ugh!"

A certain pregnant woman took a sip of the soup and felt sad again as soon as she thought about it, she touched her belly and said, "My child, what do you think you like to eat?"

Mr. Gore glanced at the pregnant woman here, and silently ate his full Chinese feast.

amount~~~

Uncle Sun glanced at the pregnant woman, then lowered his head silently.

Someone is in the early stages of pregnancy, and the baby is only about three weeks in the womb. Is it because the baby doesn’t know what to eat, or is the pregnant woman deliberately picky eaters?

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